DIRTY DREAMS
Four months of pretending I don't notice that I live with three men who make my pussy throb at varying intervals throughout the day.
Jake is the serious one. Twenty-eight. Dark hair, blue eyes, a jaw that looks like it was cut from marble by someone who was angry about something. He works in finance, wears button-downs that strain at his shoulders, and reads actual hardcover books on the couch with reading glasses that make me want to climb into his lap and beg him to recite me economic theory while I grind on his cock. His arms are what get me – thick, veined, the forearms of a man who rows on the weekends. He's the roommate who fixes things around the house, and watching him grip a wrench